Ardoa edanda

Drinking wine, I get dizzy
I enjoy a lit pipe
I get lost in the courtyard
How will I survive?
Tra le ra...

With the pipe in hand, I enjoy it
Drinking wine, I get dizzy
I stumble and fall...
How will I survive?
Tra le ra...

Ten bottles emptied
The last forest clicked
The last hiccup suppressed
I have a headache, dizzy
Tra le ra...

My friends have distanced themselves
And the innkeepers have come closer
At home, the wives
Have the punishments ready
Tra le ra...

All the sidelines around
The paths also confused
What does the world have? This is a mess!
Let's go home staggering
Tra le ra...

A young and loyal boy
May he take good advice;
May he never be
as dizzy as I am
Tra le ra...